Lets get real, Its not rocket science. The gadgets, which we become reliant, take whats left of our attention, leaving us with soul infections. The pool has woken and is gazing back. Who knew a pool could act like that? Narcissus has unleashed a drone, a roaming voice for a telephone. Is there intelligent life out there? Some sanity, must we beware and wary of our future selves. This brings us to a point in time where Ether stows away. Sinking through the stuff sublime where sirens are at play. Naturally were curious, will she survive the fall? Where nothing, touches nothing, touches nothing, touches all.